“I’m not the one stroking my cock.”
I froze. His dick currently resting on the side of my hand. In my attempt to locate the pins in the seam, I had been running my fingers, up and down, giving him a lopsided hand job. Unintentionally, of course. I snatched my hand away and snarled.
“Oh, come on,” Ace said, tone dry and devoid of emotion. “Don’t stop now. You were almost there.”
“Don’t you mean you were almost there?”
“Hardly. It will take more than that,” he said. “Hey, did you see these carvings?”
Carvings? What was he going on about now?
I paused my efforts to retrieve the pins and looked around. I didn’t see anything. “I don’t know whether I should be flattered or offended you’re analyzing the rogues’ interior decorating while I’m touching your dick.”
“You should be honoured. I’m trying to distract myself from that precise thing. But seriously. Do you see them? They’re carved into the post.”
I turned to look at said post. Sure enough, there were carvings etched into the rough wood. A vertical line of circles and triangles crossed with slashes. They looked oddly familiar. “What are they?”
“They look like the ones you pointed out at the river.”
I narrowed my eyes at the symbols. “I thought those were old phaanon markers for magical stuff. Do you think some rogue phaanons ventured in here to warn us about the dangers of the post?”
“I don’t get the feeling these guys are pro-phaanons,” Ace said.
“What gave it away? The chains?”
“Shooting you with arrows.”
“They don’t know what I am,” I said.
“True, but regardless, I don’t think these symbols are phaanon anymore,” Ace said. “Not if they’re here and they’re fresh. Maybe the rogue hunters created their own language.”
“If the hunters are the ones who carved these here, it means they carved them into that post by the river too.”
“Which means they know about the properties of the river.” Aces shifted his position behind me.
“Or they were marking a path…” I mused.
“A path to what?” Ace snarled. “Their dungeon? Interesting theory.” He shifted again.
“Are you okay?”
“You’re literally cupping my balls and have the audacity to ask me that?”
Oh. While the symbols had distracted me, I had rested my hand on Ace’s crotch. I snatched my hand away. “Sorry.”
“Come on, Mouse. Get back to work. We need to escape this place.”
“Can you promise to be less of a dick about it?” I fumbled around until I found the seams of his pants again.
“Interesting choice of words,” Ace muttered.
I sighed dramatically. “Maybe if you stopped talking about your dick.”
“It’s kind of hard...”
“Seriously?”
“Sorry, it was just there.”
